I'm not even American, yet I'm watching the special broadcast on BBC2 choked up, with tears streaming down my face.
Today is the 10th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks.
I still remember the day like it was yesterday, it was 11th September 2001, I was 10 years old and in year 6 at school. The first plane hit the north tower of the World Trade Centre's at 8:46am NY time, 1:46pm UK time. I was at school, but I didn't know what had happened until after school, when I went to After School Club for a couple of hours while my mum worked. I remember sitting at the colouring table with one of the play-workers Eleanor, and all of the teachers from the school were sitting around our television watching the news. I asked Eleanor what was going on, and why were they all watching the TV with their heads in their hands and hands clasped over their mouths, Eleanor explained that terrorists had bombed the World Trade Centre's in New York City. I didn't think it was a big deal, I said so what? Bombs go off around the world every day...why was this so important? I remember the look of horror she gave me, and when she told me that they weren't just 'normal' bombs...they were hijacked planes, flying into towers full of thousands of people...it hit me. The teacher's were watching thousands of people dying, they were watching an event which changed the world as we know it. Even at just 10 years old, it terrified me.
As the days and weeks passed after the event, the news continued to broadcast new images, new videos, a continuous new death toll, and new conspiracies. And then the war began.
10 years on, our soldiers are still fighting, and the 11th September 2001 still feels like yesterday. I am sitting here crying for these people on the Television, those who lost loved ones in the 9/11 attacks, those who saw their city crumble before their very eyes, those who witnessed the death, destruction, and disaster. Every person on those planes, every person killed in the collapse, and every person who was forced to jump out of those windows, had a life, loved ones, a story, memories. All 2,983 people were, for much too short a time, very much alive.
For me, personally, the most horrific scenes are the ones of people being forced to jump, and the ones of the people on the ground, watching, and knowing in horror that people they know and love are dying in front of them.
When this tragedy struck, it amazed me how these people came together. The fire-fighters, police and volunteers who risked their lives to help save others. I admire the Americans so much; their ability to rebuild their city, their country, and their lives. Their patriotism and love and pride for their country is something we should all learn from. And I think this is the reason I sit here crying. Not just for those who lost their lives on that day, but for the ones left behind. And for the way these people are doing everything they can to respect and preserve the memories of the dead and the event in which they died in. I often wonder if we British would do the same for those killed in the July 05 bombings. Obviously the number of deaths in London was minimal, but they were still killed in an act of terror, and it still effected our entire country.
I guess these events are a reminder to us all that you never know what is going to happen, it's so scary how in minutes your entire life can change, life is too short, don't waste it. Never have regrets, because all of a sudden, it might be too late to change things.
9/11 - A day of remembrance. We will never forget.
'On this day of National Remembrance, we stand strong and vigilant against the forces of evil. Today we honor the thousands of men and woman, firefighters, police officers and EMS personnel who gave the ultimate sacrifice on 9-11; and the soldiers who still fight the fight this very day, ten years later. They are Something To Be Proud Of.'